Quotes About Yearning

Le cadeva addosso una malinconia dolce come una carezza lieve, che le stringeva il cuore a volte, un desiderio vago di cose ignote.

When the wind and sea are howling there is nothing more terrifying than the call that goes unanswered.

Parts of him were built to be awake before dawn and yearning to be both absolutely still and moving everywhere at once.

You can't live in dread of something for long without beginning to crave it.

Nicotine and alcohol embraced in my system like long-parted siblings, grateful to me for reuniting them.

He loved the feel and smell of her palm and because he was one of those men who was always ultimately looking to dissolve himself into a woman.

The pornologue's mantric (as is the Athanasian Creed, for that matter) sucking her down to a level of herself where no questions are asked, where her history evaporates, where her self bleeds painlessly into the void.

For the love of Mary, I get it, she's got a nifty twat. Tell me what I need to know and you can go up there and try'n get back into it.

She revisited sex now as a ruined project she couldn't entirely give up on.

We stayed like that, him watching me crying, for as long as we could stand it. Then he took a couple of paces away. The room needed a window for him to go to and look out of. I could feel the grammar of the moment demanding it.

You don't believe in the soul until you feel it straining to escape the body.

Creation sprawls like a dewed and willing maiden outside your window awaiting only the lechery of your senses...

There were so many things I liked. That was the awful thing about being alive: there were so many things one liked. The awful thing about life was that there were so many things m full stop.

Every single one of them with their eyes open and on him, their mouths, too, halfway screaming, halfway begging. Offering themselves to him, because the call was irresistible despite being recognizable. They were moths who know what the light is, know what it will do to them. And come anyway.

Every single one of them with their eyes open and on him, their mouths, too, halfway screaming, halfway begging. Offering themselves to him, because the call was irresistible despite being recognizable. They were moths who know what the to light is, know what it will do to them. And they come anyway.

I didn't even know I could feel that way, that I could be filled with a longing so raw ad unexpected that it brought tears to my eyes.

so far away. He lives in Vence, not in Jerusalem," she

Old as she was, she still missed her daddy sometimes.

No wonder the romance of Wuthering Heights endures—as do romantic myths in almost every culture. Indeed, the more patriarchal and gender-polarized a culture is, the more addicted to romance. These myths embody our yearning to be whole. No wonder romance so often begins at a physical distance or across a psychic chasm of class and race,* and thrives on death and separation. Projecting our lost qualities onto someone else can be done more easily from a distance.

Everyone has a home but me.

Sometimes you're hungry for one thing and not another.

I could see the longing in your eyes.

The successful use the power they think they have while the rest, resting desire the power they think they don't have.

Ah! dou? suflete-s în mine! Cum se zbat În piept s? nu mai locuiasc? împreun?! Unul de lume strâns m? ?ine, încle?tat; cu voluptate, cel?lalt puternic c?tre cere?ti limanuri m? îndrum?.